Okay. Here goes. I am a bit busy right now, but I will still attempt to keep up with this. Here's a drabble suggested to me by different people and stuff. Yeah. More or less that. And I am sorry about how sad these are. They just are sad. That's the hunger games I guess. ~Jazzy
Games: 36
Key Word: helpless
POV: Ymani West, district 11
Helpless
I stared helplessly at the screen, unable to do anything. I heard crying in the background. I felt like joining in.
"Don't die on me, Yarrow…" I could only hope that he would make it back. Make it back to me.
On the screen, he struggled and fell into the mud, a sword at his back.
"He's not coming back, is he?"
"It's okay. You'll be okay." Someone said. But it wouldn't be okay. I would never see my brother again. He was going to die and I could do absolutely nothing to stop it.
